Outside the Window

It was raining for three days straight; something uncommon for the desert climate of Southern California. Small, cold droplets of rain began to flood the poorly drained streets while the sky was masked with dark clouds.

Now he is quiet – freshly cleaned and wiped away so the stars can shine through uninterrupted. The moon appears to be brighter, reborn. It is as if man had never cascaded down upon her surface. She reigns alone, barely able to be seen. Even in this night, in this darkness her essence is being swallowed up by the sun on the other side of the world.


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